Dr. Radway's Sarsaparilla Resolvent: Introducing William and Career (an excerpt)
Sunday, April 28, 2013
There was no
arguing with her. There was nothing. He’d carried her back up those steps, like
an empty dress in his arms. Had taken his place in the chair beside the bed and
was half asleep when he heard the knock on the front door.
“Coming!” he’d
called out.
Then, to his Ma,
he’d whispered, “That’ll be Career.”
He’d pulled on a
pair of Francis’s trousers, belted up, checked the pockets, and found a chip of
coal that Francis must have tucked away after a day of hunting the line; he’d
slipped it under the bed for later. He’d taken the stairs quick, grabbed his
cap. He’d opened the door to his best friend, who leaned hard into the brick
and held a match to the end of a pipe, his head cocked toward the dying sounds
of the power looms being tooled across the street. Career wore his
charcoal-colored sack jacket and his one too-big-for-him vest. The dust had
been rubbed from the crease in his boots.
The two set off
down Carleton, stepping through the pool of the hydrant’s wasted water and
giving a nod to Mrs. May, leaning out her window—nosy as always and putting a
gloss on the hairs of her chin.
“Your Ma all
right?” Mrs. May calls.
“Had some rye,”
William says. “Some tea.”
“It’s something,”
Mrs. May says.
“Not enough.”
“You keep at it
boy, you hear me?”
Her voice sounding
like bad news, always, no matter how nice she tries to be.
Career wears his
black hair long, past his ears. William wears his tucked inside his cap. Career
walks straight, to make himself taller. William, tall, walks a crouch. More
hydrants have gone off up and down—the spurt and the fizzle of water, free. The
flangers, the fitters, the chippers, and caulkers are home. The patternmakers
and carpenters. The iron molders and turners. The ones who make the boilers go.
The casting cleaners and assistants. Not Pa. It’s visiting hours up at the
penitentiary. Career always comes along.
— excerpt, Dr. Radway's Sarsaparilla Resolvent, illustrated by William Sulit
(New City Community Press/Temple University Press, April 30, 2013)
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